Silent Suffering
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
7,085
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This original, fictional work is the private property of Michelle and cannot be reproduced without permission. Any resemblance to a person, real or fictional is purely coincidental.
First Class: Assignment One
Alright guys, some of you probably think this story is dragging a bit now (after all, the start is a firecracker) but to me, this is just as important. This is what makes the story real. Michael goes to college so he needs to actually attend class. My boy is not failing out. I hope you do enjoy this type of thing because I do. It'll be in here a good deal.
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A week and a half later
“You ready for the first day of class?”
I turn to see Zach looking at me. Yeah. I guess so. You?
“Yeah. I have some good classes this semester. Don’t you have all art classes this semester?” I nod. “Are you excited?”
Somewhat. I know it’s going to be crazy. I’ll be covered in paint and pencil powder every day. I sign with a smile.
“Cool. So do you have your doctor note?”
Yes.
“And you promise to sit down often?”
Yes Zach. I’ll sit down often and when I don’t have class, I’ll be back here laying down. Or painting in the lab. I earn a glare. Where I will be sitting down. I miss painting.
“I know you do. I’m just worried about you baby.” He comes over and kisses me on my forehead. “Are you going to carry a backpack?”
No. I know I can’t yet. I’m just carrying my sketchpad, a notebook, my pencils and a pen. We have to go though. You and I both have a long walk ahead of us.
Zach and I leave the room and walk together until or paths diverge. We promise to get lunch together. I walk into my class, the one I look forward to the most this semester because we get to do things in our own unique way. I sit down in the front but notice that everyone else is filtering towards the back. I’m starting to think I’m going to be forced to sit all alone when a strangely dressed girl sits down next to me. She is wearing a poofy black ballet skirt with a bright pink tank with black fishnets on. The pill box hat on her head with the pink taffeta is the real kicker though, that and her pink Converse.
“Hi! My name is Alexus but everyone just calls me Lex. What’s your name?” She puts her hand out to me and I shake it. I pull out my pad and pencil.
My name is Michael. I’m mute so this is one of the ways I have to communicate.
“Oh ok cool. So are you an art major?” I nod. She goes to say something else but is interrupted by the teacher walking in.
“Alright guys. This is the art class where I want you to express yourselves. I will give you assignments and I want you to shine through them. Your voice needs to speak in your art.” At this I can’t help but smirk. “Do you think that’s funny?” I know I look surprised as he glares at me. “Well?” I hold up one finger.
On my pad I write, I’m sorry sir. It’s just that I can’t speak so I found the saying amusing. It was impolite of me. I know you don’t have to say anything to have a voice which is why I do art but what you said amused me because I can’t talk. I know I shouldn’t have smirked.
“Well I apologize for the saying. I wasn’t aware but you are right, you don’t have to be vocal to actually have a voice. Here you get to express your soul. And today we start gun blazing. I am giving your first assignment.” There are moans around the room. “It is due on Monday. It does not have to be perfect. I just want to see where your base skill level is. What you have to do is find a song that speaks to you and make a picture based on that song. Don’t just interpret the song; make it your own. It can be in any medium you want, I don’t care. That’s all for today so go, find your song and get to work. Out. Go.” The class files out but I go up to the professor. “What do you need son?” I hold up a finger again.
Because of my cast, my project won’t really be the best I can do sir.
“I understand that. Just do what you can ok?”
Ok. I hope it’s good enough.
“If it’s honest to who you are and I can see soul in it, then it will be.” He gives me a smile as I mouth thank you. Walking out, I feel some turmoil. My soul is not in a good place. At all. I don’t know if I want to be honest about my state in front of everyone. I put the thought off as I walk to my next class wondering how many assignments I’ll have accumulated by the end of the day.
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A week and a half later
“You ready for the first day of class?”
I turn to see Zach looking at me. Yeah. I guess so. You?
“Yeah. I have some good classes this semester. Don’t you have all art classes this semester?” I nod. “Are you excited?”
Somewhat. I know it’s going to be crazy. I’ll be covered in paint and pencil powder every day. I sign with a smile.
“Cool. So do you have your doctor note?”
Yes.
“And you promise to sit down often?”
Yes Zach. I’ll sit down often and when I don’t have class, I’ll be back here laying down. Or painting in the lab. I earn a glare. Where I will be sitting down. I miss painting.
“I know you do. I’m just worried about you baby.” He comes over and kisses me on my forehead. “Are you going to carry a backpack?”
No. I know I can’t yet. I’m just carrying my sketchpad, a notebook, my pencils and a pen. We have to go though. You and I both have a long walk ahead of us.
Zach and I leave the room and walk together until or paths diverge. We promise to get lunch together. I walk into my class, the one I look forward to the most this semester because we get to do things in our own unique way. I sit down in the front but notice that everyone else is filtering towards the back. I’m starting to think I’m going to be forced to sit all alone when a strangely dressed girl sits down next to me. She is wearing a poofy black ballet skirt with a bright pink tank with black fishnets on. The pill box hat on her head with the pink taffeta is the real kicker though, that and her pink Converse.
“Hi! My name is Alexus but everyone just calls me Lex. What’s your name?” She puts her hand out to me and I shake it. I pull out my pad and pencil.
My name is Michael. I’m mute so this is one of the ways I have to communicate.
“Oh ok cool. So are you an art major?” I nod. She goes to say something else but is interrupted by the teacher walking in.
“Alright guys. This is the art class where I want you to express yourselves. I will give you assignments and I want you to shine through them. Your voice needs to speak in your art.” At this I can’t help but smirk. “Do you think that’s funny?” I know I look surprised as he glares at me. “Well?” I hold up one finger.
On my pad I write, I’m sorry sir. It’s just that I can’t speak so I found the saying amusing. It was impolite of me. I know you don’t have to say anything to have a voice which is why I do art but what you said amused me because I can’t talk. I know I shouldn’t have smirked.
“Well I apologize for the saying. I wasn’t aware but you are right, you don’t have to be vocal to actually have a voice. Here you get to express your soul. And today we start gun blazing. I am giving your first assignment.” There are moans around the room. “It is due on Monday. It does not have to be perfect. I just want to see where your base skill level is. What you have to do is find a song that speaks to you and make a picture based on that song. Don’t just interpret the song; make it your own. It can be in any medium you want, I don’t care. That’s all for today so go, find your song and get to work. Out. Go.” The class files out but I go up to the professor. “What do you need son?” I hold up a finger again.
Because of my cast, my project won’t really be the best I can do sir.
“I understand that. Just do what you can ok?”
Ok. I hope it’s good enough.
“If it’s honest to who you are and I can see soul in it, then it will be.” He gives me a smile as I mouth thank you. Walking out, I feel some turmoil. My soul is not in a good place. At all. I don’t know if I want to be honest about my state in front of everyone. I put the thought off as I walk to my next class wondering how many assignments I’ll have accumulated by the end of the day.